And we just keep saying we never meant for this to happen
Like if we say it enough, it'll go away
Or we'll stop feeling
(or better yet, stop smiling)
But don't we both know that the truth is worse than we can handle?
It's love, my my.

And we laugh and say it's just a mood
But really it's our life
And it hurts.

And I'm lashing out at strangers
And crying to my friends
And not caring what they think or what I say.
So this solemness lingers
And vividness presses,
And all I want is to sleep.

But the dreams aren't helping calm my heart
(And laughter isn't the best medicine. It leads to tears.)
And the music isn't soothing
Because every line reminds me of you.

This deception is cutting as deep as it can,
Spinning out for good like a carousel
And I'm covering fear with an image of perfection,
But it's showing through.
(Yeah, it's bleeding through so heavily.)

And waiting to follow me into oblivion is a boy who believes what I told him: that love can heal all.
Well, it can destroy all too.
(I'm drowning here in lies.)

So I rewrite all my poetry in flashy red
And cram together lines so
I don't forget how crowded my mind is.
(As if i ever could.)

And they all say, "I'll be fine"
And "I wish I could help."
But it won't
And they can't
So I smile and fool them all.

(But I'm not fooling myself,
And I'm not fooling you either.)